The first time I spoke with a born and bred Manhattan-ite was as a freshman at Miami. It was my first week and we were making small talk in the line at the dining hall as you do when you are newbies. So where are you from, I asked. The City. What city [you arrogant ass, I thought to myself]? And then he said something I will never forget…. I’m from the only city that will ever matter.
Cool.
Well, it’s the only city I’ve seen someone literally pull his pants down and piss himself on the subway.
But anyways. I don’t think I’ll be making a move to NYC any time soon (more on that later… The trash! Sweet lord the trash.), but the long weekend was a much needed escape and sister reunion. I have several [hundred] photos to edit but just can’t bring myself to quite yet. Instead here is NYC as seen through my Instagram.
Have you been to NYC? Any thoughts?
I found you again.
) Love you tattoo. Love you. I want to come visit you. Probably only happening in my dreams but who knows!
I found you again.
) Love your tattoo. Love you. I want to come visit you but that will probably only happen in my dreams. Never know though!
^ and I mean visit in London!
You are always welcome! Hope life is as lovely as you are!